#Anitya

[raffaellopalandri]

The Wisdom of Unfulfilled Ideas: When Potential Matters More Than Realization

Human nature is driven by creation, innovation, and transformation. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com We take pride in shaping the world around us, turning ideas into tangible realities that alter the course of history, society, and personal life. Yet, not every idea should be actualized. Some ideas hold their highest value not in their execution but in the way they shape our thoughts, refine our…

[tsultrimpawo]

The Truth of the Breath

Everything that is true about anything is true about breath: it's impermanent; it arises and it passes away. Yet if you didn't breathe, you would become uncomfortable; so then you would take in a big inhalation and feel comfortable again. But if you hold onto the breath, it's no longer comfortable, so you have to breathe out again. All the time shifting, shifting. Uncomfortableness is continually arising. We see that everything keeps changing.

– Sylvia Boorstein, "Body as Body"

[artlimited]

Anitya by Roberto De Mitri https://www.artlimited.net/31143/art/photography-anitya-medium-format-film-nature-landscape-waterscape-lake-river/en/11737129

[literaryvein-reblogs]

can i request any words/ phrases/ themes linking to the word ‘relic’?

Writing Notes: Relic

Relic - an object esteemed and venerated because of association with a saint or martyr; souvenir, memento

Relics - remains, corpse; a survivor or remnant left after decay, disintegration, or disappearance; a trace of some past or outmoded practice, custom, or belief

Reliquaries - the containers that store and display relics

Where the bones of martyrs are buried, devils flee as from fire and unbearable torture. —St John Chrysostom

Etymology

Middle English relik, from Anglo-French relike, from Medieval Latin reliquia, from Late Latin reliquiae, plural, "remains of a martyr", from Latin, "remains", from relinquere "to leave behind"

Related Words

Afterimage - a lasting memory or mental image of something

Artifact - an object remaining from a particular period

Corpus - the body of a human or animal especially when dead

Decedent - a person who is no longer living; a deceased person

Memento - souvenir

Oddment - something left over; remnant

Oeuvre - a substantial body of work constituting the lifework of a writer, an artist, or a composer

Remnant - a usually small part, member, or trace remaining

Souvenir - something kept as a reminder (as of a place one has visited)

Vestige - a trace, mark, or visible sign left by something (such as an ancient city or a condition or practice) vanished or lost

Martin Luther complained about the profusion of relics and the absurd claims being made for them: "What lies there are about relics! One claims to have a feather from the wing of the angel Gabriel, and the bishop of Mainz has a flame from Moses’ burning bush. And how does it happen that eighteen apostles are buried in Germany when Christ had only twelve?"

Examples

ANCIENT GREEK RELICS. At Athens the supposed remains of Oedipus and Theseus enjoyed an honor that is very difficult to distinguish from a religious cult.

BUDDHIST RELICS. Relics of the Buddha and various saints were (and still are) venerated. Following the Buddha's death, his bones and teeth were divided for the purpose of being used as relics in order to illustrate his teaching of impermanence (anitya). These relics were so valued that they caused armed conflict between factions for possession of them. Afterward, these relics were taken throughout Asia with the gradual spread of Buddhism.

CHRISTIAN RELICS. Since the dawn of Christianity, relics have been an important part of Christian devotionalism. During the Middle Ages, the selling of relics became a lucrative business. The concept of physical proximity to the “holy” was considered extremely important. A pilgrim's possession and veneration of a relic was seen as a means to become closer to God. Instead of having to travel hundreds of miles to become near to a venerated saint, a Christian could enjoy closeness with him/her through their relic at home.

MUSLIM RELICS. Although certain sects of Islam strongly discourage (or outwardly prohibit) the veneration of relics, a very large collection of Muslim relics is preserved in the Sacred Trusts, located in Istanbul, which contains more than 600 treasured pieces in the Topkapi Palace Museum.

The Roman Catholic Church makes a distinction between veneration and worship of relics and icons.

3 Categories of Relics According to the Vatican

First-Class Relics: Items directly associated with the events of Christ's life (manger, cross, etc.), or the physical remains of a saint (a bone, a hair, a limb, etc.).

Second-Class Relics: An item that the saint wore (e.g., sock, shirt, glove). Also included are items that the saint owned or frequently used (e.g., a crucifix, book). An item more important in the saint's life is considered a more important relic.

Third-Class Relics: Anything that has touched a first- or second-class relic of a saint.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

Hope this helps! Do tag me or send me a link to your writing if it does. I'd love to read your work.

[ozimagines]

@lovesongforavampyre (still writing you SFW and NSFW alphabets as requested but I had a small brainwave while reading today and thought of you.❤️)

Augustus Hill x Reader

Impermanence and Non-self

Augustus had a thousand yard stare going. His eyes almost burned with how hard he was staring. His eyes bore straight through the wall he was in front of. It was his favorite coffee shop- the setting of his daily meditation. He had on his usual beatnik attire; a black shirt and a hoodie, no logos so as not to give the fatcat corporate shills any free advertising. He had a book in hand -Existentialism and Human Emotions by Jean Paul Sartre- but he wasn’t reading. No, he was just staring but not seeing. This particular coffee shop was home to poets and freethinkers and the general unbathed, joyless communists. It served only fair trade goods, payed only living wages, and was, as a whole, going out of business. It wasn’t about lasting. It was about mattering.

His eyes sensed movement and he broke from his stance to look directly into your eyes. A small blush crept onto his face.

“Can I help you?” His tone was harsher than he’d intended but he didn’t correct himself either. You didn’t break eye contact, staring at him from the seat across from him, a notepad in hand and a book open on the table. He could t see the title. Shame, he’d have liked to know a little about you just at a glance. You put down your pen -blue- and picked up a new one -red- and continued to sketch, making half eye contact with him.

“You’re helping as much as you can.” You grab your coffee and lift it for a sip, your face cracking a smile. “You’re my muse.”

“What?”

You turn your pad to him and he sees you’re sketching, but everything is a blur of crosshatched lines and colors, so much so that he couldn’t understand what was even supposed to be.

“A little abstract, no?”

“It’s your fault.”

“How’s that?”

“I change my pen color every time you move, and start from the new angle. You’ve shifted three times now, it’s bound to be a little busy.” You’re still smiling, and still sketching. He can’t help the grin that follows his initial skepticism in your motives.

“You want me to give you a new pose or stay still?”

“Still for a second I just started this color.”

He nods and stays as still as he cantor you, as he was doing much of that before.

“You sketch every stranger like this?”

“Not like this. Most people aren’t still enough for this game.” You continue sketching his face in every line, curve, and dot. “Where were you?”

“Beg pardon?” He asked, trying not to move as much as possible. You made a gesture to say ‘you can still drink your coffee’. He takes the hint and sips his brew.

“You were thinking of something. Something important. Where were you?”

“I don’t know if it was that important.”

“Try me.”

“It’s unpleasant. Ugly, even.”

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.” You quote the bard to him, knowing in your heart that he’ll receive the reference. He does, and feels that blushing grow ever stronger. He sighs and moves his head, not being able to stop the chuckle when you grab another pen- green.

“I was thinking I’m nothing else but my life, like Sartre says, but my life amounts to shit. I wasted a good portion of it smacked out of my head.” His smile falters, and he gets that timeless, placeless stare again. “How many years I wasted with drugs and crime and prison. If we are the meaning we give our lives, and existence precedes essence, the essence I’ve given my life is, to say the least, disappointing.”

“Big existentialist, huh?”

“At least a medium one.” He can’t help the joke. It breaks up the morose conversation and you bark a rather unattractive laugh. Could have fooled him; it warmed his heart.

“What sized Buddhist are you?”

“Fairly small; I know the basics. Meditation and suffering and mindfulness. All that jazz.”

“Is that a direct quote from the Buddha?” You smirk, and he returns it. “Are you familiar with the three Dharma Seals?”

“Anitya, anatman, and nirvana.”

“Gesundheit.”

“It means impermanence, nonself, and the extinction from ideas. For our purposes, the first two are most important.” You take another sip of your coffee, and he does the same, not taking his eyes off you for a second. You spoke in this strange, hypnotizing way. He wasn’t used to people who spoke like him. Burr told him he had a habit of speaking in slam poetry. He wondered if this is what he sounded like to other people.

“For our purposes, huh?”

“So to speak. Although you can’t practice or understand one without practicing or understanding them all. Impermanence. That is to say that nothing is everlasting. Nothing. Everything is changing all the time and in doing so, is always ending and beginning.”

“And that’s related to what I was saying… how?”

“You’re not the same person you were then. You can’t be. You’re not even the same person you were one minute ago. Who you were brought you to who you are, and you can be grateful to that version of yourself for carrying you to this point without feeling guilt that doesn’t reverse time.” He shifts a little uncomfortably and you switch to a pink pen. “What makes us suffer isn’t impermanence. What makes us suffer is the expectation of permanence. Impermanence is freeing.”

He thinks for a second, his mind always buzzing with new thoughts and you weee offering a real doozy.

“Freeing in that if you’re suffering, you know it won’t be forever, because nothing is.” He says, following your train of thought. “Freeing in that, when you understand that everything is impermanent, who you are at the moment won’t always be you, because you won’t always be you, or rather, you won’t always be this way.”

“Bingo.” You touch the tip of your nose with your pen and rub it a second after, having tickled yourself.

“And the nonself?”

“You’re not just defined by what you are, you’re defined by everything that you’re not as well.” You say as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. He wonders if you’ve always had such pretty eyes, or if they’ve just lit up as you started speaking. He believes everyone is a beautiful as their ideas and, baby, you’re a fucking treasure.

“How so?”

“We only know joy because we know all emotions that are not joy. The not-joy makes the joy what it is. Flowers are only possible because of non-flower elements, like rain and dirt and sunshine. Everything you’re not also makes you, you.” You shrug as if you’ve said something simple, and the gesture makes him laugh out loud. You switch to a purple pen.

“So the drugs?”

“A wave in the ocean is born in the sea and dies on the shore. It becomes and then it isn’t, only that’s not the case. It’s always water. You’re both always you and never the same. You’re a continuation of you, being as defined by what isn’t you as what is. You didn’t waste years, you became who you are by finding out who you weren’t. Impermanence and non-self are absolutely freeing.” You make the final mark on the page, turning your masterpiece to him and watching his eyes come alive with the movements and colors. It’s impossible to see the overall picture, and still he could recognize eyes and noses and mouths here and there. It was ever changing and still so familiar. He felt that blush reach a crescendo. He made terribly passionate eye contact with you.

“Let me take you out.” He laughed a little under his breath. “Or, I guess, let whoever I am tomorrow night at seven take you out.”

“You can have me. Everything you are and everything you aren’t.” You responded, going to pay your tab, and he sees you close the book on the table and pick it up. The Heart of the Buddha’s Teachings by Thich Nhat Hanh. He grabs your hand as you pass by him.

“It’s a sin.”

“What is?”

“Being that beautiful and wonderful and not doing something about it.” His eye contact is heated and strong. “Kiss me.”

He almost commands and it still sounded so sweet. You smile and without hesitating, press one small, large, short, long passionate, simple kiss to his lips. You pull away and start to walk off, calling back;

“Can’t wait to meet you tomorrow.”

[earhartsease]

oh gods it's come back again - that plague of people sharing some bolox about "ooh hey we slowed down chirping crickets and look they sound like a heavenly choir uwu" so us being us the last time round we found a cricket sound and did our own slowing down mp3 so here it is slowed down 2x 4x 8x 16x (we think) and spolier alert they sound like owls

https://www.yoxi.net/anitya/av/single-cricket-slowed-steps.mp3

[inexcolle]

That Which is Transient by tanudoko ft. Shirane Kan and Quon Bushi

無常ということ｜たぬ処｜白音カンと吼音ブシ

I don't need some reason just hold my hand No words could compare to you, after all

Saying that everything's wrong, that everything's wonderful is such an irresponsible joke, is it not More than the falling flower itself, its ephemerality* makes people shed tears

I believe that only unwavering things hold beauty As neither evidence nor justifications will take hold they'll just be there

Sales pitches and cliches don't suit you, and that's fine If things turn out pointless anyway sorry for my cheap pageantry

To not change is to choose To choose is to refuse From refusal, the solitude birthed is the enticement of man

I believe that only unadorned matters are real Ebb and fade and be replaced transparent strangers have no use to me I want to find and love something in irreplicable blind reaching

Excuses and reasons are just deceptions Correctness is just something that's there I know the motley assortment and the convenient won't even be a useful means†

I believe that only unwavering things hold beauty As neither evidence nor justifications will take hold I believe that only unadorned matters are real I'll paint an existence where none can touch me and find a solitude for me alone

The title uses two different characters depending on what you're looking at, both pronounced the same way. The first is 無常, which means "transient" or "impermanent." It's of Buddhist origin, and seemingly a translation of "anicca" or "anitya" depending on the language. The second is 無情, which means "heartless" or "cruel." This word can also carry a Buddhist meaning, though seemingly rarer, referring to "insentient" beings. I'm not a Buddhist scholar, and this is all surface level research, so take it with a grain of salt.

* The phrase used here is もののあはれ, which describes the fleeting nature of things, the sadness born from that, the beauty therein, and a general appreciation of such.

† The word used here is 方便, which refers to a "means" to doing something. It also carries a Buddhist association in "upaya," the means by which someone tries to reach some goal, typically enlightenment. It carries the connotation that these means aren't perfect and don't directly lead to success, but are useful in improving oneself or attaining other means. Again, not a Buddhist scholar.

[mohit-trendster]

Insaani Dragon crosses 5 million plays....

[tyasuhaimi]

behind You - LOVE STORY 2 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1527037049-behind-you-love-story-2?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Tyasuhaimi1998 menceritakan seorang wanita yang sukses dan percaya diri adalah seorang CEO Media diperusahaannya untuk bertahan hidup di bidang Media yang sangat kompetetif di Indonesia dia mengarahkan seluruh untuk pekerjaannya diluar pekerjaannya , dia tidak tahu bagaimana melakukan apapun dia memiliki seorang seketaris yaitu seorang laki laki muda yaitu Raka yang mengurus segala kebutuhannya namun tidak seperti dengan Selena seketaris itu memiliki sifat ramah , sopan dan perhatian terhadap orang lain dan dia adalah seorang ayah muda tunggal yang ditinggal seorang istri yang juga pandai mengurus anaknya dan memperkerjakan rumah tangga.

hello gusy Im anitya maharani suhaimi and from indonesia Here I am making a story in Indonesian. If you read 99 times, I will make it in English. Thank you.

[raffaellopalandri]

Navigating Challenging Times with Joy, Thankfulness, and Wisdom: A Buddhist, Stoic, and Neuroscientific Perspective

Let’s admit it, our life is an intricate web of experiences, where moments of ease and hardship alternate like the sun’s rising and setting. Photo by Elina Fairytale on Pexels.com Difficult times, whether they manifest as personal crises, societal upheavals, or existential uncertainties, are, alas, inevitable. The true test of one’s character lies not in avoiding hardship but in learning how to…

[therealmagicoflife]

Impermanence and Desire

Life is a continuous journey of change. From our relationships and careers to the very universe we inhabit, nothing remains static. This concept, known as impermanence, is central to many philosophical and spiritual traditions. In Buddhism, impermanence is referred to as “anicca” in Pāli or “anitya” in Sanskrit. It is one of the three fundamental marks of existence, alongside suffering (dukkha)…

[gliitterpunk]

Practicing anitya by putting stickers on my phone case. Watching them slowly peel off day by day to remind me of my own impermanence😌

[itsrameshvenkatraman]

SAHASRANAMA OF VISHNU: 527 of 1,000

NANDANAḤ {नन्दन:} There is happiness, then there is the source of happiness, and then there is “THE SOURCE OF HAPPINESS” – it is the latter alone that is nitya (everlasting and permanent), all other joys and moments of happiness are just that – moments and flashes that are anitya (impermanent, short-lived, ephemeral). One of the great challenges and struggles of life is to find this happiness.…

[gitaacharan]

49. Sthita-prajna (Stoic) is Internal Phenomenon

Krishna says in response to Arjun’s query, sthita-prajna (one with coherent intellect) is content with self (2.55). Interestingly, Krishna didn’t respond to the second part of Arjun’s query as to how a sthita-prajna speaks, sits and walks.

‘Content with self’ is purely an internal phenomenon and there is no way to measure it based on external behaviour. Maybe, in the given circumstances both an ignorant person and a sthita-prajna might speak the same words, might sit and walk in a similar manner. This complicates our understanding of sthita-prajna even more.

Krishna’s life is the best example of a sthita-prajna’s life. He was separated from his parents at birth. He was known as ‘makhan thief’. His romance, dance and flute are legendary, but when he left Vrindavan he never came back seeking romance. He fought and killed when needed, but avoided war at times and was hence known as Ran-chod-das (who ran away from war). He showed many miracles and was a friend of friends. When it was time to marry, he married and maintained families, traced the samantaka-mani (valuable jewel) to ward off false accusations of theft and when it was time to give Gita Gyan, he gave it. He died like any ordinary person.

Firstly, there is no external pattern to his life, but the internal pattern is living moment by moment. Secondly, it’s a life of joy and celebration inspite of difficult situations, which were anitya (transient) for him. Thirdly, as mentioned in 2.47, for him ‘content with self’ doesn’t mean inaction, but it’s karma (deed) sans karta (doer) and karma-phal (fruits of action).

Basically, it’s living in the present moment without any burden of the past or any expectations from the future. The power is in the present moment and everything including planning and execution happen in the present.

[artlimited]

Anitya by Roberto De Mitri https://www.artlimited.net/31143/art/photography-anitya-medium-format-film-nature-landscape-waterscape-lake-river/en/11737129

[inter-sidera-versor]

Uno dei suoi primi maestri di religione aveva richiamato la sua attenzione sulla Passing Show, una marca di sigarette che il padre fumava, e lo aveva istruito a dare inizio alla sua meditazione pensando all'intera vita come a una rappresentazione effimera, un fiume che trasportava accanto alla sua salda attenzione ogni oggetto, ogni esperienza, ogni desiderio. Vijay meditò sull'immagine di un fiume che scorre e prestò ascolto alle parole senza suono della sua mente, anitya, anitya, impermanenza. Ogni cosa è transitoria, si ricordò: tutto nella vita e ogni esperienza scivola accanto altrettanto sicura e irrevocabile come il paesaggio che fuggiva al di là del finestrino.

- La cura Schopenhauer; Irvin Yalom